I’ll go over state lines just to get what I want
On the fourth of July that’s just one thing in bulk
Pyrotechnics the kind of stuff that explodes

Bottle rockets and poppers and fake dynamite
The only problem is using it all in one night
Independence Day gone, I have too much to show

Lost it all on Cinco July-o x3

Oh no, look at your watch its way past 10
The whirly bird flew into the kindling
The Rockets here are louder than a lions den
Uh oh, I think we woke up Mr. Finnegan
The mortar is hotter then La Quinta Inn
These fountains hit me harder than a rolling pin
Please no firecrackers in the garbage bin
Mr hobo can’t afford artificial skin
Helicopters high above the Ho Chi Minh
Aint got nothing on this looney bin
Twisted fuses stuck together like Siamese twins
Spells trouble in the long run

The thrill of lights will never wear thin
As long as we indulge in our pyrotechnic sin
While the nosy neighbors bear it and grin
They wanna call the cops again

Ill go over state lines just to get what I want
On the 4th of july its just one thing in bulk
Pyrotechnics the kind of stuff that explodes

Lost it all on Cinco July-o x3

His life like that of a fruit fly
To Mr. G.I. Joe we wave goodbye (goodbye)
With a battle cry
The next loud noise is heard nearby
By the Chesterfield FBI
We’re not Russian spies
May only good morals apply
Like Chevrolet and apple pie
Sparklers you’re next so please stand by
With all the kids from junior high
Faster than the blink of an eye
Our fireworks stash goes bone dry

When Roman candles light my sky
I release a grayish sigh
And mourn the death of my supply
Fifth of July